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BASED ON ACTUAL SPECULATIONS

Besides your education in film,

what would you say you're good at?

I don't know. I guess I've just thought of myself as a regular dude.

I'm quite curious, I'm visual.

Pretty good problem solver.

I'm a talker, and a hugger, which I know makes you Swedes uncomfortable.

I just always thought I had something special

to offer the world.

-Okay. -Can I be honest with you?

Of course.

I've been looking into the Palme case.

Let me show you actually. Real quick.

If you google "Olof Palme".

It's okay. Wait for it, wait for it.

Look at this. 50 million Swedish crowns. That's the reward.

-Yeah. -Pretty sweet, right?

When you dive into the theories and do all the research, you realize

I mean, between you and me, this case is fucked up.

Can you speak Swedish, George?

Hell yeah. I'm amazing at Swedish.

Great, there is a high demand for substitute teachers.

-What the hell is that? -Substitute teacher.

-You can talk a lot. -I'll take it.

Palme Group.

Oh yeah, hi. Is this the Palme investigation hot-line?

Great. This 50 million Swedish crown reward for capturing the killer,

are you guys firm on that number? 50 million?

Could it go up? Adjusted for inflation, maybe?

5 million dollars for solving the crime of the century, is ridiculous.

Well, are you.

Is that something you pay out all at once?

-And also, this is tax free, right? -What's going on?

If anything in this country should be tax free, it should be this.

It seems your father have become interested in the Palme case.

If I manage to catch the guy, we could negotiate the reward later.

Have you considered having his head examined?

No, we won't negotiate. Do you have any information?

No, not exactly. Uh.

I'm sort of new to this whole thing, so.

Hello?

-I think she hung up on me. -Are you surprised?

-I've got to go. I'll call later. -Love you.

Thanks for coming at such short notice.

We are quite understaffed since Karin hit the wall.

-The second time this semester. -That wall is a bitch.

-Indeed. You speak Swedish, right? -Of course.

-In here. -Thanks a lot.

Bring the noise level down in here!

There, that's better. Carry on.

Hey.

Okay.

Let's do this.

My name is George. I'm gonna be your substitute.

I gonna take this in English. I hope that's cool with everyone.

If you need to speak Swedish, no worries, I'll manage.

Isn't that your dad?

So, your teacher didn't leave a lesson plan.

So why don't you pull out your text- books and show me where you're at.

We don't have any.

You don't have text books, or you didn't bring them?

We didn't bring them.

So, collectively you all just decided not to bring your books to class?

Right, 'cause you knew you had a substitute. Makes sense.

Okay, fine. What part of history are you studying?

Anyone? Nothing?

Seriously?

You know what? Screw it.

What do you guys know about the murder of Olof Palme?

Here we have all the credible theories.

Excuse me. What are "Swedish Nazi cops"?

Well, it seems a bit self explanatory.

My dad is a cop.

Is he a Nazi?

No.

We should be fine, then.

-Was Palme shot at the cinema? -No, good question.

He was shot on the street, right?

Okay, look. Here's Sveavägen.

Here's Sveavägen. The movie theater was here.

Which means Palme was shot roughly about here.

Where were the security guards?

Good question. They had the night off.

Had they been there, they may have noticed, like other witnesses,

that the Palmes were being followed from their home in Gamla Stan,

which is where we have our first sightings of the Walkie-Talkie men.

Walkie-Talkie men?

You had multiple sightings of men up and down Sveavägen,

all of which were communicating with walkie-talkies.

Later, several witnesses managed to positively identify some of these men

as Swedish Nazi cops.

-Where did the killer go? -Good question. Here.

Right? Tunnelgatan. A series of steps there.

The killer ran up the stairs. One witness chased after him.

but the only thing he managed to witness

was the shooter more or less kind of vanishing into the night.

-Seems like a lot of coincidences. -How do you mean?

Everyone was in the right place at the right time.

-Except for Olof Palme, of course. -It just feels like it was planned.

Yeah, it certainly does.

Actually, you know what?

Follow me. Let's go.

Come on!

Come on guys, let's go.

Right. Who wants to be Lisbeth Palme?

Alright, fine. You.

Come with me. You're Lisbeth.

So, here. Who wants to be Olof?

Come on guys, you're not gonna get shot for real.

You're Olof.

Link arms with your lovely wife. Perfect.

Who wants to be a shooter?

-Me, me! -Please.

Guys, no, no. Listen.

This is not gonna work. There can only be one shooter.

Lame. Why can't there be more than one shooter?

Well, the official story says that there's only one shooter,

but I have actually read.

some other things about that.

Well, it's.

Ah, that could work.

Turn around.

Do you know what? That's actually a very good question.

Hold on, I'll be right back.

-Hey. -Hey, babe.

-What's this phone? Is it yours? -Yeah.

It's like a work thing.

-Jesus. What the hell was that? Yes, it was making that weird noise.

I was trying to turn it off, but i wouldn't let me.

That's definitely not normal.

You'll have to do the parent-teacher meeting at 4:30.

There we go. Yeah.

-Are you listening? -Yeah, I got it.

Isabella parent meeting 5:30. Got it.

It's 4:30.

Yeah, 4:30. Because.

-Yeah, exactly. -Got it.

-Bye. Love you. -Bye. Love you, too.

People are more distracted than ever.

We're competing with scandals, sex. Topics that sell themselves.

So how do we turn your boring articles into clickbait?

-Tell me your last headline. -It was about carbohydrates.

-And the headline was? -"Moderation is best".

Wow. Completely useless.

Does that sound interesting? Would anyone here click that?

Sorry. It's just that.

We, the journalists in the room,

were taught to inform people about what's important.

-Not clickbait. -Not anymore.

-No? -No. You need a list.

People love lists. Like this.

"7 reasons to go carb-free. Number 5 will blow your mind."

-You see what I did there? -No.

-Hello? -It's time for us to meet.

Yes, I think you're right actually.

-When are you coming? -I'll be there as soon as I can.

LUNCH?

But the message.

Dump it at the end. "Some say moderation is best".

I've got to go. I got a tip on a list.

Celebrities, top four.

-Okay. Good luck. -Yeah. Celebrity sex list.

-I talked to your old boss. -What, Norbert?

-Yeah. -Why? Why?

He called on the cat lady's phone. He wants to meet. Press the button.

-What the hell? Stop it. -Weird, hey?

-Just get rid of the phone. -I called the Palme Group, too.

They hung up on me. Can you believe it?

Yes, I can.

I'm a fucking tax paying citizen of this country.

-Yeah, really? -But they don't know that.

The.

Did they tell you about the Christer Pettersson files?

-No. Is it open to the public? -Yeah, it's the whole investigation.

Everybody seems to have accepted that Christer Pettersson did it.

-That is a dumb theory. -I mean the case is still open.

But it doesn't matter, 'cause they think they know who did it.

-You don't think he did it. -It doesn't matter.

-Fine, alright. Fine! -Fuck.

-Who do you think killed Olof Palme? -Christer Petterson.

Typical.

-What about you? -Yeah, me too.

What about you?

-Excuse me? -Who do you think killed Olof Palme?

Well, he got AIDS.

He staged his own murder.

To spare Lisbeth the shame.

Did you say AIDS?

Times were different. Now everyone's got AIDS.

Yeah.

AIDS is popular these days.

-I mean. -Let's get off.

ASK US CITY ARCHIVES

Hi, I'd like to see the Christer Pettersson files, please.

-All of them? -Is it a lot?

-Is that it? -No.

Hey, what do you know about two shooters?

You're not the first person to think that.

I don't need to be the first, I just got to be the last.

-Hey, is that it? -No.

CITY ARCHIVES

Sweet! This is what I was looking for. This is in the book.

This is Palme. Says he was shot once, entry wound here, exit wound there.

But hey. Look at this shit. What the hell is that?

But there's two holes. How the hell do they explain that?

-They say it was windy. -What?

The wind was blowing, the tie blew up and folded over,

so it looks like he was shot twice.

And people believe that?

The first 48 hours after the murder, many thought there were two shooters.

Lisbeth Palme's first statement to the police suggested as much.

Then Holmér came into the picture and everything just kind of went.

That's the first head of the investigation.

He.

He actually changed a lot.

Lisbeth Palme's statement. The time of the murder.

The witness statements. Time of arrival for the police.

The first police alarm.

-Who the fuck are you? -Who the fuck are you?

I booked this room.

Okay, "I booked this room", I'm Björn Söderqvist.

For real? You mean the Björn Söderqvist?

I've read your book.

Okay. So, yeah.

This Holmér fella, he was one of these baseball league cops, right?

No, he was not just one of them, he was the one who stopped.

Please, speak Swedish. He understands.

-Okay. -Thank you.

He was their leader.

-They put him in charge of the case? -Correct, yes.

That's a little fucked up.

Hey, actually, since you're here, can you sign my book?

Dude, it's a library book.

But I wrote in it already. I'll have to buy them a new one.

-If you can find it. -Really great book.

Super interesting. Kind of a roller coaster.

A little all over the map, but great intro to the case, for sure.

"A little all over the map"?

"Intro to the case"?

Yeah, I don't think so.

I'm just not really sure all your dots are connected.

Exactly how long have you worked on the Palme case?

-I don't know. A week? Ten days. -Ten days.

Ten days.

You know what?

They want you to think

the murder has a simple solution, that it was one guy, one theory.

But it wasn't one guy, and there's no simple solution.

It's a very complicated solution.

I've studied this case for over 30 years.

I've connected all the dots.

And no one has been able to prove me wrong.

Alright.

You said "they". Who the hell are "they"?

It's like a pyramid.

It's made out of layers.

Everyone plays a part, but no one knows which part.

Very compartmentalized.

At the bottom is the hit squad. The assassins.

Above them, the tactical organizers. Then, the mastermind.

Then, fake news. Those who spread bullshit.

Then, those who would profit from Palme disappearing.

And at the very top.

The true masters of the universe, more powerful than you could imagine.

So it's like an Illuminati thing.

No, it's not an Illuminati Well, maybe. Exactly.

So who's at the top of the pyramid then?

CIA.

You were serious?

-They're still working on the case. -Is that so?

An investigator was found murdered recently.

The police called it suicide,

but she was wearing a bullet-proof vest.

Plus, the police found an American in her apartment.

He was released without charges. Obviously a CIA agent.

Good night, nothing to see here.

The American was not a CIA agent.

He wasn't a CIA agent? How would you know?

Look at me, dude. I'm not exactly CIA material.

I don't understand. Are you the

I'm the American.

You're the American?

You were in Margareta Norlin's apartment?

Yeah. I found the cat.

-The cat? -The cat found you.

-Get out of here. -This is a public place.

Go away! Get out, now!

Out! It's people like you that can't be trusted.

-Thanks a lot. -You're welcome. Fuck you.

You dive into this Palme thing,

and people like that are gonna start popping up everywhere.

This is pretty interesting to me. You should dig into the newspaper house.

The "Just in case" files, dude. There's got to be something in there.

They have been trying to solve this fucking case for 30 years.

What, you're just gonna swoop in? You're uneducated, unqualified.

You don't even speak the language.

-You're going to solve it for them? -Yeah.

-Alright, alright. -What?

You're not like them. I'm out.

You know what? I don't even fucking need you, dude.

I'll tell Norberg you said "hi". Go back to your real job.

I'm sure it's more interesting than what I've got going on right now.

Fuck.

Alright. Yeah. Alright.

Would you get in the fucking car? Come on.

Many view Norberg as the godfather of the private Palme detectives.

I'm not arguing that. It's true.

But, this whole pulling his teeth out with pliers, drinking his own piss.

It's just the tip of the iceberg with this guy.

-He sounds very charming. -So I was thinking.

Maybe I do the talking.

That's not going to happen.

-What? Maybe you could just let me. -No. No.

I could just get it started, then you could.

Fine. Whatever. It's not like I'm not gonna talk.

Ah, sweet.

-What the hell do you want? -Nice to see you too, Sture.

Shut up.

Come in.

Quickly now. Don't touch him.

GRAND PRIZE FOR JOURNALISM

PUBLISHER AWARD, 1981

Care for some freshly-squeezed apple juice?

No, thanks. I just drank a whole bunch.

How are things at the sinking ship?

The newspaper? It's still sinking.

I figured as much.

Did you have something for me?

I've got a couple of questions first.

Just a minute.

Please, just give him the phone and go.

I just wanna go. I just wanna go.

Relax, okay?

Cat lady. You guys were friends? You work together? What's the deal?

No.

Margareta contacted me.

I was able to help her with a few things.

Did you help her with the thing that got her killed?

What do you mean by that?

I'm just trying to figure out who I'm talking to.

Alright.

Follow me.

Okay, that's disgusting.

I thought you were kidding.

-Hey, here's the phone. -Okay.

Welcome, gentlemen.

Wow, dude. This is impressive.

Is this what you and the cat lady were working on?

No, dude. This is a life time of work.

It's like this. Margareta, she.

She was looking for the murder weapon.

The gun. She'd found a new lead.

She never told me what it was.

She was quite secretive.

Interesting.

Let's see here.

What do you think of the idea that there might be two shooters?

-Absolutely. -Really?

-'Cause we kind of think so, too. -No. There's no "we".

I have a little problem with this theory,

because it feels like something that would obviously be in the autopsy.

You think I've missed something?

See for yourself. It's on the shelf.

-Over here? -Yes.

This is a redacted. autopsy.

That's a little shady, don't you think?

-What's this? -Did you find something?

It's her call list. This is the last call she made.

Let's see.

There we go.

Wait a minute.

-I know her. -Eva Persson.

-It's the librarian. -Do you know her?

I met her at the library. She showed me all the books about Olof Palme.

She's not just a librarian.

-She has an interesting past. -Are you kidding me? Is that her?

Yes.

Wow. Dude, we need to go back to the library.

I would advise against it.

Is there anything else on the phone?

Yes, there is.

Maybe here.

-It's encrypted. -Password protected.

This is going to take a while.

We'll give it a shot.

I'll let you know when something happens.

You can go now. Thanks for this.

You don't wanna keep this?

No, no.

I have everything I need on the computer.

Also, I'm pretty sure that phone is bugged.

You think it's bugged?

That's why it's making all those weird noises.

That's pretty cool.

Good luck.

Do you have a screwdriver in the car?

-Check the glove compartment. -You're being followed.

-I didn't say anything. -I think it's the radio.

You're being followed.

-Why are you in my car? -The black car behind you.

What? Really?

-Yes. -It's been there for quite a while.

-Oh, yes. -Shit. What if he's right?

-What should I do? -Keep driving.

And you, Captain America, tell me who you really are.

I already explained to you, I'm just a regular fucking guy.

Then why is he following you?

He's not following me, he's following the phone.

I don't understand.

Please shut the hell up. I've almost got this open.

I was being very quiet.

Son of a bitch.

I think Norberg was right. It looks like a tracking device.

I don't understand.

Get rid of the phone. Just open the window. Get rid of the goddamn phone.

Hey, hey!

If the phone is bugged, you need to throw it out.

Can you please shut the fuck up? My wife is on the phone. Okay? Shh.

-Hey, babe. I'm a little busy. -Where are you? The school called.

-The parent-teacher meeting. -Fuck.

Are your parents coming soon?

Just dad. He said he was coming.

Okay.

Throw that thing out!

-What's going on? -I love you, too. Bye.

-Good. Get rid of the phone. -I'm not getting rid of it.

-Just throw it out! -I will bite your hand off!

Right now! Throw the fucking phone out!

-Are you insane? -It's gone. It's in the glove box.

-Throw away the phone! -No, I have a better idea.

So everyone just chill the fuck out. I've an idea. Let's go to my garage.

Here, take my car.

I'm gonna get on the bus with the phone.

That asshole is going to follow me. But you morons are gonna follow him.

When I give him the slip, stay with him. Follow him wherever he goes.

Maybe we figure out where he lives, where he works.

We might even find out who he's working for. Okay?

Enar, hi. How's it going?

He's taking the bait.

Try not to look so suspicious.

-I look suspicious? -Like you're following someone.

Look, I'm relaxed.

Look at my hand. We're just having a conversation.

NOT IN SERVICE

-Hi. -Hi.

Where is the American?

What?

What are you talking about?

What are you doing?

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Oh, man. Thanks, buddy. I owe you one.

No worries.

Who was that guy?

That's a good question. I'm gonna find out. Talk to you later.

How do you know each other?

Me and George? We.

I was an exchange student. Unfortunately I wound up in Georgia.

The South. I'm black, obviously.

Yes, I'm black, Björn.

George was the only one that didn't burn crosses,

so we became friends.

Why is he here? Are you a couple?

-What? No. -Okay.

-No. -I see.

It was supposed to be a vacation. Then he met Sofia, they fell in love.

-The usual. -Why is he working on the Palme case?

Because he is unemployed.

-And he is a little eccentric. -Asperger's?

Maybe a little. He lacks the quiet, introverted part.

Okay. So he's not a CIA agent?

Damn it, Björn. Look at this car. Smell this car.

Is this an agent's car? The gear knob is missing.

So? Albrecht Dittrich worked as a delivery boy in New York.

He had families in several countries.

-A missing gear knob? That's nothing. -Well, George is not a CIA agent.

He's pulling over.

-Fuck. He's a cop. -Bingo.

-Did you say "bingo"? -Correct.

-Hey, do you remember me? Yes, unfortunately.

-Is there somewhere private to talk? -Absolutely not.

It's about Margareta Norlin.

-No way he's an ordinary cop. -Where did he go?

Maybe it's a setup. Are you sure your friend is not an agent?

Stop it.

Get up! Get up.

I found the gear knob.

Bingo.

STAFF ONLY

I know you and the cat lady were friends.

You were the last person she tried to call before she died.

You tried to call her back, but then it as too late.

I know she didn't commit suicide.

I think this has something to do with the Palme case.

She knew something someone didn't want her to know.

I'm not sure why, but I think you can help me figure that out.

Why are you whispering? We're in a staff room.

Don't know. Aren't you supposed to.

I can't help you. Even if I wanted to.

-Interesting choice of words. -Listen.

You should leave this alone.

But your friend was murdered, Eva.

That should bother you.

-Alex, are you still with him? -We lost him.

-How? -The man's a cop.

-Are you sure? -I'm pretty sure, yeah.

Just keep my car, bring it back to me tomorrow.

I've gotta go home. I'm still in trouble.

What the fuck?

I need you to give me that phone.

What? What do you mean? My phone?

You know what, dude. Just take the phone.

Unnecessary. For real?

Thank you.

What the fuck, dude?

Shit.

Fuck.

Hey, lady! A little help?

-What? -A little help.

What?

Can you please just come over here? I need a little help. Look.

Oh, my god.

Come on.

Wow, cool. Thanks.

This is gonna sound a bit weird, but I need you to call my wife.

-What about the police? -No, no, no. Definitely not.

It's time for your dinner.

There you go.

-This is Sofia. -Hello.

I'm here with a bearded man who is stuck to a tree.

Let me see if I got this right.

You owe Skatteverket half a million kronor?

And the cat lady, Margareta, you think she was murdered?

And this is something to do with a guy who tied you up to a tree?

When you put it like that, it sounds a little crazy.

No, George. It sounds fucking insane.

Okay, why don't we do this? We have this conversation,

throw a couple of beers at it and maybe it makes more sense?

I think this conversation requires something much stronger than beer.

Yes, you're probably right. Let's do that.

Subtitles: Anna Townend www.plint.com